CHAPTER 35SENTIMENTAL FOOLS
Now, in the little interval that followed, Tom Willow stepped into the open doorway of the shack. Duval’s men rose from behind the rocks that had been covering them, and their black shadows spilled down the hill, toward the place where the two men were facing each other. Eager curiosity, and something that was more than mere curiosity, forced them to show themselves in order to see clearly all that would happen in this famous moment.
There was plenty of light, for the moon was only a little past the full; one side of it seemingly had been battered roughly out of the full circle, as if it were of glowing metal that had been beaten with sledgehammers.
Barry Litton’s hand twitched, as he heard the invitation that the other had spoken. Then he shook his head. “I
